"Hang him!"

Ilkteling, inside the Hall of Lords.

Angel, who was in the main seat, crossed out the name written on her hand and ordered indifferently and with dignity.

She was wearing a white robe, a crown and a hat, her hair was tied at the end of the head, hanging low to the back of her head, and the divine lines on her forehead were embellished with the delicate face, and the occasional trace of pity under her eyes made the whole person reveal a sacrosanct temperament, cold as the moon.

"Yes, my lord!"

The guards on either side of the stand immediately lined up to restrain the mercenary who was struggling to be sentenced to death.

"No! you damn slut! What right do you have... Hmm..."

He was not willing to be interrupted by his fist, and the guards strode out the door like a dead dog after knocking him unconscious.

As soon as the closed door was opened, the commotion exploded among the onlookers in the square:

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"What's the qualification of that damn little slut!"

"Hang this scum!"

“...”

Angel ignored the noise, she went straight to the scarred woman, and wiped away the tears she shed when she sobbed in a low voice, "Don't cry, the damage is irreparable, but the order of the world is judged by us, and the evil will always pay the price for their crimes." ”

The woman looked up gratefully, her hand was held by Angel, and her body involuntarily followed her to the front of the gathered crowd.

Riots in the square continued,

The guards rushed out, swords drawn, and stood on the right and left.

"Your Excellency!"

The agitated mercenaries elected a leader, and he waved his hand to temporarily suppress the conflict that was about to break out, and said with a proud and provocative expression on his head: "What qualifications and rights do you have to judge the life and death of others? As far as I know, the lord of Ilcutlin is Lord Lance, not you little girl who entertains people with beauty!"

"Bastard!"

"Kill him!"

"No one can insult our bishop in Ilketrin!"

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Angel's calm voice instantly subsided all the excited voices, but the mercenaries gathered together could still clearly feel the deep hostility in the eyes of those mud-legged people.

This makes it inevitable that they who have always been accustomed to bullying others by force and are good at using evil forms to show themselves will inevitably be at a loss, "When did even the sheep dare to stare at the lion?

The crowd continued to oppress over, and the conflict brewed in the process of constant pushing and shoving, and was on the verge of breaking out.

"100 dinars!" the mercenary leader tried to control his anger as much as he could, "for this... We are willing to pay 100 dinars to make up for the mistakes of our companions!"

That's enough money to enjoy a senior in Ryan!

He gritted his teeth and untied the money bag around his waist, held it high in his hand and said reluctantly: "That young man is just a little impulsive, and that's all there is to it..."

"No!"

Angel interrupted him, "I don't think so!"

She put her hand on the woman's forehead, and a milky white halo lit up.

The mercenary leader opened his mouth, speechless as the woman's scars healed and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the mottled blood stained on the dirty clothes to prove that she had been hurt by others.

"Praise be to the great Nidaya...!"

This scene made the onlookers and soldiers kneel, and the mercenaries who were still standing seemed abrupt.

They were trapped with the caravan when the barbarians of the Misty Mountains were ravaging the north, and even occupied the Silverblade Castle to besiege Ryan, and when the situation was tense, they were trapped with the caravan in this castle close to the Krens Mountains, but they had not yet seen the magnificence and greatness of the divine arts.

"Oh my God... It's magic...!"

The outsiders couldn't help but let out exclamations.

"Her husband died in the war against the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, and he is an ordinary but great hero...", Angel's voice sounded indifferently, "but even if it is not, no reason is enough to motivate one person to hurt another, the Great Father has taught us that where order is, there is no soil for evil to breed!"

"So—" her eyes locked on the mercenary leader, "do you have any objection to me sentencing him to hang?"

"I..."

The man's throat stirred, and the inexplicable pressure made him retract the money bag and tighten the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The two guards who had held the mercenary in his arms approached this direction, and the crowd split apart, allowing them to rope him and hang it on the gallows in the square, waiting for the rod to descend and a life would be ended.

"I..."

The leader of the mercenaries felt his arms tremble a little, and the gaze of his companions was equally embarrassing.

Maybe it was because of that strong feeling that he was oppressed and had to resist.

"I ask for a trial by force!" he shouted, venting the inexplicable emotion in his heart, "According to the laws of the kingdom, I am qualified to fight for him in the case of unfair judgment!"

"Isn't it fair..."

Angel frowned, and with a wave of her hand, a milky white light shone brightly, blessing the guards beside her with the divine technique of 'Holy Light Blessing', "You don't have to keep your hands, people have to be responsible for the decisions they make." ”

With that, she left the woman who wanted to see the enemy die, and turned and went into the hall herself, ignoring the rest of the matter.

After all, as a warrior who stood out from the soldiers, even though the chosen squire was not a Templar, he would never lose such a battle if his physical fitness was greatly improved.

When the heavy wooden door was closed, the noise outside the door was cut off, and it was difficult to hear.

"Those mercenaries are always restless when they are stranded in the city..."Pastor Brown, who stayed as an assistant, suggested softly, "Maybe we have to offer a reward and arrange some tasks for them to go out of the city to find trouble with the barbarians of the Misty Mountains?"

"Mission?"

Angel thought for a moment, then sat down in her chair and began to write.

"A hundred dinars and a warrior's head?" are pretty recognizable for the barbarian guys to always wear earrings anyway..."The quill paused slightly, "As for the god tattoo, how about a thousand dinars?"

"Your will..."

Pastor Brown took her order, and the beautiful characters shone brightly in the sunlight shining through the window lattice, "Follow Nidaya's oracle, and call it the Divine Hunting Order?" he said with a smile.

Angel nodded in agreement, closed her eyes and felt the new strength in her body because of this verdict, and gradually indulged in it.